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“I see that bothers you,” Peter hooted. “Well, it should. I got an earful of how you treated him, bitch, and how your testimony sent him to jail. Let me just tell you that payback, at least for me, is going to be so pleasurable.”
Pixie couldn’t stay quiet. How could anyone see Skeeter as a victim? “He…he shot me. He shot my sister. He killed his own father and wounded his brother.” Peter was justifying that kind of rampage?
“Shut up,” Peter yelled, and backhanded her again. This time she tasted blood in her mouth once she stopped the room from spinning. “You goaded him into it. You and your perfect family who wouldn’t accept him.”
Peter’s face transformed from rage to amiability in a blink.
“Anyway,” the lunatic continued as if he hadn’t smacked her, “meeting him was serendipitous. I’d already seen you around school, and I’d been thinking about you a lot. You and your arm. Then when I got the whole back-story from good old Skeeter, I knew I’d been placed into your orbit for a reason. You were destined to be mine,” he concluded with a keen gleam in his eyes.
It was a crazy assumption to make, but look who was doing the talking.
Pixie didn’t really want to know the answer to her next question, but felt like she had to ask. “You… You said you had to get out of Canada. Why was that?” She nervously licked her lip where, yes, it had been split.
He snorted. “Let’s just say that the authorities were getting too close to figuring me out,” he chuckled. “I like women, you know.” A leer Pixie hated spread over Peter’s face. “Subservientwomen,” he clarified, as if she needed that information. “And when the women I chose for the honor of being in my life didn’t comply, they deserved everything they got.” His face darkened as he stared at the wall above Pixie’s head, clearly reliving things in his past that she knew had to be horrific.
Damn, she was in deep shit. Had Peter…killed those women? Pixie knew when to keep her mouth shut, and she certainly wasn’t going to ask.
Peter cheerfully turned his regard back to her. “Now that you have the answers to ‘how’ and ‘why’, do you want to know ‘what’? As in what I’ve got planned for you?” He smiled and his teeth gleamed like crooked headstones in the low light.
He perused her body slowly, lingering on her breasts which were more exposed than she’d normally allow, and was certainly never going to permit again…if she was given the chance.
When Peter’s gaze finally settled on her nonfunctioning arm, he grabbed his crotch and gave a squeeze.
Fucking pervert.If she got out of this, she was going to burn this fucking dress.
Pixie remained silent.
“What? No more questions?” he finally asked when he was through ogling her body. “What a shame, because once I start teaching you what I want, you won’t beallowedto speak any more.”
What the fuck?Allowed?The man was certifiably insane.
“I like compliance,” he explained. “Complete subjugation. Do you want to know what drew me to you initially?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “It was your sweet nature.Andyour arm,” he told her.
Now she’d get her answer as to why her motionless arm intrigued him. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to know any more.
“I’ve never had a woman before who doesn’t have use of all her limbs, and it got me to thinking…” Another shimmer of crazy washed over his visage. “In the past, mycompanionsgave me a lot of trouble.” He pointed to a small, silver scar next to his eye that Pixie had never noticed. “Like the bitch who gave me this,” he snarled. “I’d failed to fully restrain her, and she had the nerve to try and hurt me.” His mouth turned up in an evil grin. “Let’s say it didn’t work out well for her in the end.”
Oh, my God.Pixie was going to start hyperventilating.
“But you,” he turned his eyes to her left arm. “You’re so tiny, and you can’t use that appendage, so you’ll be much easier to control.” He was almost drooling as he reached out and slowly caressed her bad arm from her shoulder to her wrist.
Another shudder wracked Pixie’s body, but it didn’t discourage him.
He eyeballed her operational arm that was of no use to her right now. “As a matter of fact, I’ve had an epiphany over the past few months. Restraints really get in the way of my…fun. So I’ve decided, since you’re already halfway there, to put your functioning arm out of commission, too.” He looked positively gleeful. “Then when I want you, you’ll lay there just like a little doll while I do whatever I want to your body.”
Pixie gagged, and threw up a little in her mouth. Swallowing down the bile, it burned, but she couldn’t stay quiet. “Put… Put my arm out of…?” Bringing herself to repeat the horrific words proved impossible.
“Don’t worry,” he assured her happily. “I have more ether, and I’ll knock you out before I sever your nerves. I’ve had a lot of time to do research, and I know just where to cut.”
“You’re crazy,” Pixie erupted, unable to stop herself.
Peter reached out and smacked her again, this time across the chest, and she saw stars at the inconceivable pain that shot through her torso.
“Watch your language, cunt, because I’m not above cutting your tongue out, too.”
Pixie clenched her jaw, her eyes brimming with tears.
This was bad. This was very, very bad.
